Heaven-Defying Immortal Lord

Ye Wuchen sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff at the back of Tianxuan Sect. The wound on his chest that was pierced by Jun Mo's sword had scabbed over, but the wound in his heart seemed like it would never heal. "The sect competition will be in three days..." He muttered to himself, his knuckles turning white. Suddenly there were subtle footsteps behind him, and he did not look back, because the fragrance that was so familiar to his bones already told him who it was. "Qianxue, you're here." Su Qianxue stood three feet away, a trace of struggle flashed in her cold eyes: "Wuchen, there is something... I must tell you." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.